| "There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing." |
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| My NEW found hate: WANNABE SCENESTERS.
My new found LOVE: CAPS LOCK. |
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| A year ago, there were only three things I loved: writing, Chuck Palahniuk novels, and music. I had myself trained to not give a fuck about anything. I was a rock, an asshole, the words "I love you" never even crossed my mind. However, after enough pressure and time, even the biggest rocks turn to sand.
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| The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. |
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